Stories of spic, drawn-out battles; of plagues and famine; of arts and literature and culture, of political strife and scandal and revolution. His story–yet one he wasn’t interested in.
Anthony
makes me think of a classroom and heath ledger in the patriot and this old professor that was adorable and taught me about Nazi’s in Germany and then that makes me think of Heat Ledger again which makes me so sad and also makes me remember where i was when i found out he died…which was Starbucks…hmmm also i have never taken a history sequence at my university so i should probably get on that.
Sarah Tooker
History, what were made of. The blood coursing through our veins. How we love one another. How we torture one another. It’s all compiled and packaged in the books we read and rip through like beasts. After all, what are we but animals?
long and complicated. interesting but involves a lot of men with beards. I like to think about the cavemen with their fur outfits and how there were no “jobs” just a way of life and you played an important part in society. I would have liked to be a gardener.
leigh evans
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a man and a beast and they got along fairly well after the inital training period where the beast taught the man how to find food and have fun. But that’s now history that has changed: man now thinks that he trains the beast.
The history of our souls go back further than souls can see and oceans stretch and far beyond the glistening pond we meets ourselves and we do sing for I am one and you are true so what to do with the time we have if time is true?
Above it all I am delighted beyond reason and you have not died too young at all but rest in my arms a while until I join you in the waking world, while I hold you in my memory sweet Mumma, my human heart aches like unknown oceans too deeply to touch apon, but I hope it knows the timeless story well beyond memory where we are together and hearts sing forever as one.
History. How much I hate that word. You tell me we can’t be anything more because of my history. You are scared to hurt me. You are scared that I have been through too much pain that if you were to do anything wrong, you would crush me and you can’t handle that on your subconscious. For once though, I would like my history to not influence my present. For once I would like to not be defined through who I was but rather who I am.
Once upon a time I was a girl. That’s my history. I was a young pretty girl who just wanted to grow up to be a boy. A sailor boy. A soldier boy. An explorer boy. But that is my present. My history was as a girl. Everyone through that I would grow up to be a woman. Maybe a mother. Maybe a wife. But no – I am a sailor and a soldier. An explorer and a man. A man with a history as a woman.
hikerman
hmm.. history is the old stuff. Julius Caesar and all that kind of stuff. I fell asleep in history class. I doodled and listened to my student teacher mispronounce Lincoln.
Claire
The past. It is illustrated through memories and story telling. History is important because it gives us direction for the future. No matter how painful or wonderful it was. We learn lessons and we grow because of our history. Without history, we would have no future.
Tori Leeman
The thing that all men have, some hate, others love. The one thing that is tailored when it shouldn’t be, altered by bias and mediocre men. But the one thing that has, and will, stand the test of time. History.
there are always skeletons in a persons closet. We all have our own personal histories that we follow, moreso that follow us. What can we do but learn from one another, so I say sit next to someone and get to know what makes them them.
morghan
You love history.
We have history.
You broke my heart kind of history.
You broke my trust history.
You need to gain back my trust in order to have a relationship with me so we can make more history together.
Kara
long ago. yesterday. last hour, last minute, last second. the time before now, always one step ahead of you. not even a step. a moment.
history. relationship experience. a past. it all means the same thing. you had something with another person, and now it’s over. gone. finite!
don’t look back, look forward, right? easier said than done.
Melissa
My history is one you wouldn’t want to wish on anyone. But luckily, history is in the past. It can be moulded by the things we remember and the things we forget. There is no absolute truth. We can walk away from our history or create a totally new one and no one can question the way we remember our past.
history is what keeps us going, learning, its our past present and future. history comprises our memory, without which we would be incapable of learning and loving, which would keep us from living. history is necessary, imperative to survival to life.
i hated history. i still do. i know i should love it… or at least appreciate it because it gives you a sense of where we’ve been and such but i still have to roll my eyes whenever the subject comes up…
in 5th grade i had a teacher named mrs. pollard, she taught us about history. i wanted to be a history teacher when i grew up. she taught us to sing the preamble. we the people in order to form a more perfect union established justice and liberty for ourselves and our prosperity do ordain and establish this constitution for the united states of america. yeah. she also taught us a few other songs. we watched a lot of movies and learned more than i pretty much ever did before/after that about history. she’s still one of the best teachers i’ve ever had.
kate
history is now and now is history. history is all we can be and all we wish to amount to. all life is our desire to be part of history. and what we do to obtain that objective and be remembered.
Daniel
history is somethng everyone should know about, but very much of it is merely factual nonsense. we can take information from pictures, diaries, newspapers or movies but actaully understand very little becuase we were not there. therefore we can never understand what history actually meant.
Michaela
History exists for the sole purpose of remembrance. You or her and him with me and them; they see what the others knew and how, where, why? That’s the beauty of it all. Beauty within chaos. Or just a hobby.
My history is longer than my wingspan. Yet I’m still just a good egg. Ready to hatch and learn to spread my wings like the majestic bird of my dreams. I am it. It, flying by while beckoning the clouds to turn its way, is what I hope to be.
But it’s not me those clouds see, in my dreams. It’s the trail of words soaring behind me.
What does history teach us? Do we learn from our mistakes? Do we learn from our success? What causes an event? It is never as simple as we want it to be.
What is history but the old dead dreams of people and the empty skies above them?
Chris Myers
History is a record of all things good or bad. Of interesting facts and incredible breakthroughs. It’s not only a neccessity; it’s a craving of the human mind. Study it well.
Julie
I moved to the desert to study history, perhaps to become a history teacher. Id din’t shake out like that. Now I’m moving to the city to become a librarian. You never know where your path will lead.
history is someone elses memory of things that appeared to go a certain way. History is locked in biology, not chronologically either. It is a wonder we can move forward at al when we appear so obsessed with it.
I had a history test last week, it was about the 19th century in the US. I really enjoy studying history because there is a lot to learn. Though, now I’m thinking about it, studying about the history of Journalism is terrible, I blame the teachers. I see I’m running out of time, too bad!
Eva
cartofi
Servus
is sometimes boring but essential to understanding how we got to where we are and why things are the way they are.
i like historic architecture and seeing how much has changed and how beautifully things were crafted and created years ago.
tamsen
There is always history. Between my friend Daphne and anyone she might have been friends with. Always some reason why she can’t go there. I call it laziness. She calls it somplicity.
Torture. My soul screams with the painful past that I continually try to run from. The experiences that I have gone through paint a dark and chaotic picture. I don’t understand my history. I don’t understand why I had to go through the things that I went through. The tears that were wasted on that man and his issues. I’m lost.
Joanna Carroll
History is something we need to learn in order to avoid mistakes in the future.
My history teacher shouldn’t be teaching.
You need someone inspirational to teach history.
HITLER
war
but also cool stuff like art
i like art
irona
What you learn in school. You need to learn from the past to make wise decisions in the future. Not only in world decisions, but on a more local scale. In your own life, your own hurts, your pain, your smiles. You can’t learn THAT in school.
Emily
why? what history? there’s so much history…are we talking about the ancients or yesterday’s history? what kind of history even…are we talking feminist history or marxist history? one word and i can give you a million questions. hooray for post-modern thought…not.
Hayden
Life is beautiful. Believe and love with all your heart. Do what you feel like doing. Today, regret nothing.
Delia
History is there behind us, looking on like a child who’s embarrassed to be any closer. We read and study it because we can, because there is nothing else to study. But mostly because we can. It’s there watching us and who will be the wiser if we do not watch back? We must watch and wait, and hope that we’re not looking at something that will kill us.
Isaac Lyman
They had history. They were there for each other – they had always been there for each other. Through the thunder and the daisies, the impossible and glorious. I stumbled upon their friendship late in the game, so late that I felt like a third wheel more days than not. It wasn’t that they didn’t accept me – no, no, they always did. I just couldn’t turn back the clock. The history was there, and I was the voyager.
Stories of spic, drawn-out battles; of plagues and famine; of arts and literature and culture, of political strife and scandal and revolution. His story–yet one he wasn’t interested in.
makes me think of a classroom and heath ledger in the patriot and this old professor that was adorable and taught me about Nazi’s in Germany and then that makes me think of Heat Ledger again which makes me so sad and also makes me remember where i was when i found out he died…which was Starbucks…hmmm also i have never taken a history sequence at my university so i should probably get on that.
History, what were made of. The blood coursing through our veins. How we love one another. How we torture one another. It’s all compiled and packaged in the books we read and rip through like beasts. After all, what are we but animals?
long and complicated. interesting but involves a lot of men with beards. I like to think about the cavemen with their fur outfits and how there were no “jobs” just a way of life and you played an important part in society. I would have liked to be a gardener.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a man and a beast and they got along fairly well after the inital training period where the beast taught the man how to find food and have fun. But that’s now history that has changed: man now thinks that he trains the beast.
The history of our souls go back further than souls can see and oceans stretch and far beyond the glistening pond we meets ourselves and we do sing for I am one and you are true so what to do with the time we have if time is true?
Above it all I am delighted beyond reason and you have not died too young at all but rest in my arms a while until I join you in the waking world, while I hold you in my memory sweet Mumma, my human heart aches like unknown oceans too deeply to touch apon, but I hope it knows the timeless story well beyond memory where we are together and hearts sing forever as one.
History. How much I hate that word. You tell me we can’t be anything more because of my history. You are scared to hurt me. You are scared that I have been through too much pain that if you were to do anything wrong, you would crush me and you can’t handle that on your subconscious. For once though, I would like my history to not influence my present. For once I would like to not be defined through who I was but rather who I am.
Once upon a time I was a girl. That’s my history. I was a young pretty girl who just wanted to grow up to be a boy. A sailor boy. A soldier boy. An explorer boy. But that is my present. My history was as a girl. Everyone through that I would grow up to be a woman. Maybe a mother. Maybe a wife. But no – I am a sailor and a soldier. An explorer and a man. A man with a history as a woman.
hmm.. history is the old stuff. Julius Caesar and all that kind of stuff. I fell asleep in history class. I doodled and listened to my student teacher mispronounce Lincoln.
The past. It is illustrated through memories and story telling. History is important because it gives us direction for the future. No matter how painful or wonderful it was. We learn lessons and we grow because of our history. Without history, we would have no future.
The thing that all men have, some hate, others love. The one thing that is tailored when it shouldn’t be, altered by bias and mediocre men. But the one thing that has, and will, stand the test of time. History.
if we dont learnfrom it we repeat it
there are always skeletons in a persons closet. We all have our own personal histories that we follow, moreso that follow us. What can we do but learn from one another, so I say sit next to someone and get to know what makes them them.
You love history.
We have history.
You broke my heart kind of history.
You broke my trust history.
You need to gain back my trust in order to have a relationship with me so we can make more history together.
long ago. yesterday. last hour, last minute, last second. the time before now, always one step ahead of you. not even a step. a moment.
history. relationship experience. a past. it all means the same thing. you had something with another person, and now it’s over. gone. finite!
don’t look back, look forward, right? easier said than done.
My history is one you wouldn’t want to wish on anyone. But luckily, history is in the past. It can be moulded by the things we remember and the things we forget. There is no absolute truth. We can walk away from our history or create a totally new one and no one can question the way we remember our past.
history is what keeps us going, learning, its our past present and future. history comprises our memory, without which we would be incapable of learning and loving, which would keep us from living. history is necessary, imperative to survival to life.
i hated history. i still do. i know i should love it… or at least appreciate it because it gives you a sense of where we’ve been and such but i still have to roll my eyes whenever the subject comes up…
in 5th grade i had a teacher named mrs. pollard, she taught us about history. i wanted to be a history teacher when i grew up. she taught us to sing the preamble. we the people in order to form a more perfect union established justice and liberty for ourselves and our prosperity do ordain and establish this constitution for the united states of america. yeah. she also taught us a few other songs. we watched a lot of movies and learned more than i pretty much ever did before/after that about history. she’s still one of the best teachers i’ve ever had.
history is now and now is history. history is all we can be and all we wish to amount to. all life is our desire to be part of history. and what we do to obtain that objective and be remembered.
history is somethng everyone should know about, but very much of it is merely factual nonsense. we can take information from pictures, diaries, newspapers or movies but actaully understand very little becuase we were not there. therefore we can never understand what history actually meant.
History exists for the sole purpose of remembrance. You or her and him with me and them; they see what the others knew and how, where, why? That’s the beauty of it all. Beauty within chaos. Or just a hobby.
My history is longer than my wingspan. Yet I’m still just a good egg. Ready to hatch and learn to spread my wings like the majestic bird of my dreams. I am it. It, flying by while beckoning the clouds to turn its way, is what I hope to be.
But it’s not me those clouds see, in my dreams. It’s the trail of words soaring behind me.
What does history teach us? Do we learn from our mistakes? Do we learn from our success? What causes an event? It is never as simple as we want it to be.
What is history but the old dead dreams of people and the empty skies above them?
History is a record of all things good or bad. Of interesting facts and incredible breakthroughs. It’s not only a neccessity; it’s a craving of the human mind. Study it well.
I moved to the desert to study history, perhaps to become a history teacher. Id din’t shake out like that. Now I’m moving to the city to become a librarian. You never know where your path will lead.
history is someone elses memory of things that appeared to go a certain way. History is locked in biology, not chronologically either. It is a wonder we can move forward at al when we appear so obsessed with it.
I had a history test last week, it was about the 19th century in the US. I really enjoy studying history because there is a lot to learn. Though, now I’m thinking about it, studying about the history of Journalism is terrible, I blame the teachers. I see I’m running out of time, too bad!
cartofi
is sometimes boring but essential to understanding how we got to where we are and why things are the way they are.
i like historic architecture and seeing how much has changed and how beautifully things were crafted and created years ago.
There is always history. Between my friend Daphne and anyone she might have been friends with. Always some reason why she can’t go there. I call it laziness. She calls it somplicity.
Torture. My soul screams with the painful past that I continually try to run from. The experiences that I have gone through paint a dark and chaotic picture. I don’t understand my history. I don’t understand why I had to go through the things that I went through. The tears that were wasted on that man and his issues. I’m lost.
History is something we need to learn in order to avoid mistakes in the future.
My history teacher shouldn’t be teaching.
You need someone inspirational to teach history.
HITLER
war
but also cool stuff like art
i like art
What you learn in school. You need to learn from the past to make wise decisions in the future. Not only in world decisions, but on a more local scale. In your own life, your own hurts, your pain, your smiles. You can’t learn THAT in school.
why? what history? there’s so much history…are we talking about the ancients or yesterday’s history? what kind of history even…are we talking feminist history or marxist history? one word and i can give you a million questions. hooray for post-modern thought…not.
Life is beautiful. Believe and love with all your heart. Do what you feel like doing. Today, regret nothing.
History is there behind us, looking on like a child who’s embarrassed to be any closer. We read and study it because we can, because there is nothing else to study. But mostly because we can. It’s there watching us and who will be the wiser if we do not watch back? We must watch and wait, and hope that we’re not looking at something that will kill us.
They had history. They were there for each other – they had always been there for each other. Through the thunder and the daisies, the impossible and glorious. I stumbled upon their friendship late in the game, so late that I felt like a third wheel more days than not. It wasn’t that they didn’t accept me – no, no, they always did. I just couldn’t turn back the clock. The history was there, and I was the voyager.